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Song Nan took out his phone and took a look, "Why did you come back so early?"

Song Nan pointed to the car parked in the yard, "I came back in this."

"Where's Fengyue?" Song Nan glanced into the room, and the room was a little dark as soon as the sky sank.

"I went upstairs to answer the phone." Huang Diwen bit his pen, "I'm hungry, let's cook."

"I'm the nanny you hired, right?" Song Nan was speechless, "Didn't I give you money? Didn't you eat at noon?"

"Eat, I'm hungry again," Huang Diwen yawned, "It's already 05:30, it's time for dinner."

"If you were as diligent as you were at school, I wouldn't have to worry about it." After speaking, Song Nan shook off the umbrella and went to pick vegetables in the open space behind the yard. He planted a lot of green peppers, eggplants and cowpeas, because It is planted later than others, and it just starts to bear fruit at this moment.

"How was class today?" Song Nan took out a pot to pick cowpeas, and asked Huang Diwen how he was studying in class during the day.

"Very good." Huang Diwen stretched his waist, "The teacher said that the five levels in our class are all about the same, so this month we will talk about the basics first."

"Almost?" Song Nan clicked his tongue, "There are still people as stupid as you?"

"Mr. Zhu said, I'm not stupid," Huang Diwen said solemnly, "It's just that IQ development is a little behind compared to people of the same age, and I will improve if I work hard."

Song Nanxin said that she was comforting you, but felt that it was a bit too depressing for people's confidence to say it, so he echoed a few words of praise, thinking that Fengyue said before that he would come back in the afternoon to deliver the contract, so he looked up at the upstairs With a glance, he wondered, "Why did you two come back together?"

"Let's talk about it." Huang Diwen put down his pen, pulled the cowpea and pouted slowly, "Didn't you send a text message saying that you can't come, it's raining heavily in the city, Brother Yue just waited for me. "

"Is it raining?" Song Nan looked at the sky, "Didn't it just rain?"

"It gets dark at two o'clock in the city. I just took a nap and got up from the window, as if someone took a ladle and splashed it on the glass."

Song Nan asked him to continue to do his homework, and he put the dishes into the kitchen in twos and twos. Huang Diwen was supposed to spend the summer vacation in peace, but he arranged for him to make up lessons, so he managed to make a good meal on the first day.

Cut some meat and fry it together, Song Nan thought for a while, opened the refrigerator and took out a piece of meat to defrost.

When Feng Yue and Pei Guang came down after discussing the plan, Song Nan just cut up the meat and was about to cook it in the pan.

"Need help?" Feng Yue poked his head halfway in and asked.

Song Nan's cooking is very average. Thanks to Huang Dingguo's illness and unable to cook in the past two years, he made a surprise attack, but he didn't show any extraordinary cooking skills in two years. He can only be said to be able to cook well. pharynx.

"Will you?" Song Nan looked at Xia Fengyue's clothes, and always felt that he didn't match the whole room, let alone the kitchen.

"In a little while." Fengyue said, stepping in, and glanced at the desk. The shredded potatoes and cowpeas were washed and set aside, as well as slices of meat that were cut to the width of a finger.

"Fried meat and potatoes?" Feng Yue wore a long-sleeved shirt today, unbuttoned the cuff buttons and put them in his pockets as he spoke, and rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to show off his skills.

"No," Song Nan said, "Forget it, you won't know it after seeing it, go out and wait."

"Try it," Feng Yue said, standing in front of the stove, "I've eaten your plain rice for several days, and I can repay you by cooking two dishes."

"I have food for every meal." Song Nan stepped back half a step and stared nervously at his hand that was pouring oil into the pot, "I didn't let you eat plain rice."

Feng Yue shook his head and smiled, "You always talk so interestingly?"

Song Nan was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what he meant by "eat plain rice". Suddenly he couldn't hold back, so he followed Feng Yue's words, "Occasionally, use humor to adjust the atmosphere."

"You think the atmosphere is not good?" Feng Yue glanced sideways at the washed cowpeas on the table, and poured some oil into the pot.

"Brother, according to your way of cooking, I probably won't be able to manage this barrel of oil for a week," Song Nan made a gesture to push him away, "Let me do it."

"No," Feng Yue stood still, put the oil barrel back on the desk, took the cowpea on the desk and shook it twice, and said to Song Nan, "Stay away."

The cowpea was poured into the oil pan, and oil bubbles appeared all over his body instantly. Seeing that Huang Dingguo had fried the crispy meat, Song Nan consciously took two steps back, pushing his back against the kitchen door.

"I haven't eaten fried cowpea yet." Song Nan glanced into the pot, and saw Fengyue holding a pair of chopsticks poking the cowpea that was bubbling in the pot.

"It's not fried, just fry the oil," Feng Yue said, "it should be better than your boiled one."

"It's not good to boil and stir-fry, it's raw." Song Nan said.

"The time is too short." Feng Yue poked the pot twice, and reached out to Song Nan, "Give me a plate."

Song Nan hurriedly opened the cupboard and took out a plate, remembering the little joke he made with Fengyue last time, turned on the faucet and rinsed it, shook off the water in the plate and handed it over, "It will become mushy after a long time. "

Feng Yue took the plate and turned around to glance at the wall, and took a colander, "So if you fry it a little bit, your situation won't happen."

Fengyue's cooking was quite neat, until Song Nan realized that he didn't use a shovel at all, but only used the small colander in his hand after the two dishes were fried.

Two large plates of vegetables and one small pot of tomato and egg soup are very generous. When they were served, Huang Diwen kept saying that they were really delicious.

"Really?" Song Nan squeezed a cowpea with his fingers and put it in his mouth while Fengyue turned around to get the bowl, "Well, it's delicious."

"You didn't do it, did you?" Huang Diwen winked at him, "I can tell by the looks that you didn't do it."

"Heh, you know how to look good," Song Nan glared at him, "Then you don't eat what I cook," he said, pointing to the table, "Put away your books, and it's time to eat."

Because of the rain, it got dark earlier than usual, and at 06:30, the road outside could not be seen much. Song Nan turned on the lights in the courtyard, and the three of them sat under the eaves to eat.

"It's delicious..." Huang Diwen drank a big bowl of soup and said with a smile, "I didn't expect Brother Yue to be able to cook."

"It's just doing it blindly." Feng Yue said modestly, "You don't have a scale at home, and you put salt and so on based on your feeling. I don't know if it's salty or not."

"It's not salty, it's just right." Huangdi Wente said cheeringly.

Song Nan heard something else, and frowned and looked at him, "You still use a scale to weigh your dishes?"

Feng Yue was startled, then smiled, "Occasionally, if you can't grasp the amount, just weigh it."

Song Nan twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that although Fengyue's cooking was okay, why did this person like to pretend so much? He has delivered food to many restaurants, both with good reputation and bad reputation, and I have never seen it before. Which cook puts salt in the dishes and still uses scales.

Hypocritical.

"By the way, let me tell you something." Song Nan remembered what happened during the day, instantly put away the contempt on his face, and said seriously, "The reservoir outsourcing contract you signed with Uncle Zhang and the others may not work."

"Huh?" Feng Yue drank the soup slowly, and raised his head to look at Song Nan when he heard the words, "What's the matter?"

"There were four contractors for this reservoir before, and my family also owned a share. Later, my father withdrew the shares after he changed his career. When he gave up the shares, it seemed that he exchanged the land on the embankment," Song Nan said, "There is a family named Cui. The family also withdrew their shares five years ago, but there seemed to be no proof at that time, and they suddenly came back today to take a share."

"We signed the contract with Zhang Shuncai and Liu Bingcai," Fengyue said, "and the contract has already come into effect. No matter who wants to mix shares, it has nothing to do with us."

"It's too indifferent for you to say that." Song Nan frowned.

"I'm in business, not a philanthropist." Feng Yue continued to drink the soup in the bowl slowly.

There is nothing wrong with saying this, but Song Nan just feels a little irritated. This person usually looks very talkative. He thought Feng Yue would give an idea or something, but he didn't expect the words to be so cold.

"That's right, but..." Song Nan couldn't think of a suitable language after organizing it for a long time, but he remembered the threat from Cui Guohua's group, "Cui Guohua said, if you don't give him money, he will make your project impossible. .”

Feng Yue twitched his brows, and Song Nan hurried to strike while the iron was hot, "The villagers at Heishuiwan are most united. You are all foreigners and have nothing but money. If you really find workers and start working on projects, they If you want to mess with you in private, you have nothing to do."

Feng Yue frowned, and said after a long time, "Zhang Shun didn't tell you, did we see the land title certificate when we signed the contract?"

"What book?" Song Nan was puzzled.

"In the past, every family and every household had a record of land decentralization, including how many square meters. I asked you to measure with me these days because a lot of land has become wasteland, and many people don't know their own land boundaries. Yes," Feng Yue said, "I read it before signing the contract. There are only three owners of the reservoir, the Zhang family, the Liu family and..." He paused here, and looked at Song Nan, "You Home."

"My family?" Song Nan blinked his eyes in confusion, "Didn't Uncle Zhang say that my family had withdrawn shares many years ago, and even traded the land with my family?"

"Yes, so if we want to use the piece of land that you were exchanged for, we will also sign a contract with you," Feng Yue said, "You just mentioned Cui Guohua, but his name is not on it."

"How is it possible?" Song Nan shouted.

"Is there anything impossible," Feng Yue said, "The division was not so detailed before, and everyone always thought that the reservoir was a tasteless one. If Cui Guohua wanted to get a part of the stock, he could just invest some money in the other three companies. "

"Uncle Zhang didn't say that."

Feng Yue shrugged, "Anyway, there is nothing wrong with the contract. If Cui Guohua really wants to make trouble, we can't make him make trouble casually."

Song Nan fell into another doubt. As Feng Yue said just now, Uncle Zhang and Liu Bingcai held such an important thing in their hands, why didn't they just shake it out?

It doesn't make sense for Cui Guohua to say it directly, why didn't he say it?And let him come back to argue with Fengyue?

Before Song Nan could figure it out, another incident happened.